To Lindbergh Flying

_ Lindbergh, Lindbergh,

Where did you come from, say-

Sailing the sky in your magic boat

Along the sun's highway?

We came from home, my plane and I.

We heard a command to do or die.

Lindbergh, Lindbergh,

Where are you going, tell-

Flying up there through the icy air

In your silver cockle-shell?

We are off on the quest-we heard a story

About killing a dragon and finding glory.

Lindbergh, Lindbergh,

What do you carry along

In your frail little craft, too slight to hold

Gold, or a sword, or a song?

We carry a message from now to then,

From heart to heart of the kings of men.

Lindbergh, Lindbergh,

What is the word you will bear

To the kings and crowds when out of the clouds

You come down to a world a-stare?

We'll tell the wise that up under the sun

All men are alike and all nations one.

Lindbergh, Lindbergh,

Will youth conquer the world again?-

Bring light from the sun, and peace from the moon,

And joy to the souls of men?

We bring what we find, my plane and I,

For the earth lies low, but its hope flies high.

WINDS OF TEXAS